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Its just a lazy rock and roll radio Sunday afternoon
Youve been gone for days
Moms got cops looking out for you
Were just laying on the couch
Watching T.V., Im watching you
For that look and crooked grin
So I can do things I shouldnt do
To you
Waste away in midtown baby
That aint hard to do (Im in how bout you?)
A couple lazy rock and roll kids
With nothin better to do
Fill the bath with roses
And Ill sit and read to you
Emily Dickinsons journals
Or Paris on a budget for two
Then well just get you dressed and go to the show
By the door we got an excuse
To go home where the candles are
And spend all our money on booze
With you